W'EN you full o' worry <br />'Bout yo' wo'k an' sich, <br />W'en you kind o' bothered <br />Case you can't get rich, <br />An' yo' neighboh p'ospah <br />Past his jest desu'ts, <br />An' de sneer of comerds <br />Stuhes yo' heaht an' hu'ts, <br />Des don' pet yo' worries, <br />Lay 'em on de she'f, <br />Tek a little trouble <br />Brothah, wid yo'se'f. <br />Ef a frien' comes mou'nin' <br />'Bout his awful case, <br />You know you don' grieve him <br />Wid a gloomy face, <br />But you wrassle wid him, <br />Try to tek him in; <br />Dough hit cracks yo' features, <br />Law, you smile lak sin, <br />Ain't you good ez he is? <br />Don' you pine to def; <br />Tek a little trouble <br />Brothah, wid yo'se'f. <br />Ef de chillun pestahs, <br />An' de baby's bad, <br />Ef yo' wife gits narvous, <br />An' you're gettin' mad, <br />Des you grab yo' boot-strops, <br />Hol' yo' body down, <br />Stop a-tinkin' cuss-w'rds, <br />Chase away de frown, <br />Knock de haid o' worry, <br />Twell dey ain' none lef'; <br />Tek a little trouble, <br />Brothah, wid yo'se'f.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/advice-36/
